I went out walking up high timberline   Snow fell like kisses, the air sweet as wine   Calling me back to the days you were mine   So close to heaven, up high timberline   So close to heaven up high timberline   Way up on high timberline      Remember my love, do this for me   For I think of you all the time   Whenever the wind howls lonesome and free   From the peaks of the high timberline      Like a vision of angels the higher I climb   A mare and a stallion with traces so fine   Stepping like dancers in three-quarter time   The ghost of white horses of high timberline   The ghost of white horses of high timberline   Way up on high timberline      Remember my love, do this for me   For I think of you all the time   Whenever the wind howls lonesome and free   From the peaks of the high timberline      I love you and I always will   Although we for evermore part   Sierra Nevada remembers us still   Holds our love deep in her heart      For shame that the sun showed its face on the day   You and the rose on your cheeks slipped away   But the promises love made between us still shine   When we rode white horses up high timberline   Dancing white horses up high timberline   Way up on high timberline